Doesn't Really Matter How the Time Goes By
"A-Are you…" Angela began, her voice cracking before she could finish her sentence.
"No. I'm not the lead singer of Jaded Chase." Jordan lied, still pissed that he couldn't get enough respect from his band mates to have enough peace and quiet to write a decent song. He'd been having writer's block since the last time he'd seen …
"Oh." Angela sighed, suddenly feeling stupid. "Well, are you lost?"
"I know where I'm going. I used to live here." Angela nodded, heading in the opposite direction. "Actually … I could use a little help." Jordan changed his mind, finally realizing who this girl reminded him of.
Angela. There was an uncanny resemblance, in the way she looked down shyly as if she were so insecure about everything, but still able to look up at him for reassurance. Angela … The one person who had been able to humble him … and make him lose his breath every time.
"Where do you need to go?" Angela asked, unable to believe his uncanny resemblance to Jordan. How could she actually think he'd be here. They were probably off touring somewhere else.
"I need a quiet place to think." He added, relieved that she didn't press the question of his identity anymore.
"The library it is." Angela gave him one more quick look-over knowing that Rayanne would reprimand her for picking up some stranger, but her life's work was all about helping people with their problems … kids actually, but everyone needed a little guidance here and there.
"That is not what I asked for." Isabella complained, tossing the subway sandwich aside. "I don't eat meat. There's turkey on this." She scrunched up her nose. "Get me another one."
"Really what was she thinking?" Gwynne chimed in happy that someone in their family was making it big. This way, she'd never have to work.
"Did I say you could say something." Isabella snapped, annoying that people thought they actually knew her. The only one who did was Jordan. "I'm tired." She added, which was Gwynne's cue to leave the room.
Feeling a little lonely and bored for the moment, Isabella picked up the phone dialed 5. Jordan was on her speed dial.
"Hey." She heard him answer, sounding a little out of breath.
"What are you up to?" She wondered lucky that she was even able to reel him in. Jordan was so in love with her that he'd do anything that she wanted. In truth, all she wanted was for him to be there …
"I'm writing." He responded as Isabella sighed.
"Again? Danny, you're always writing something." She complained.
"And it's always about you." Jordan retorted sweetly. "I really wish that you could be here with me."
"How much? How badly do you want me to be there?"
"More than I want anything else right now." Isabella smiled, twirling her finger around her dark brown waves.
"Isabella, my love." Eric began as she dropped the phone.
"What are you doing here?" She whispered, hanging up the phone without saying goodbye.
"I heard Jordan wasn't here and I … I knew you'd be lonely." He answered seductively, walking over to Isabella and rubbing her shoulders. Something inside of her told her that this wasn't right and that Jordan would hate her forever for it, but Eric was just a friend. They hadn't done anything … yet.
"Mommy I'm tired." Donavan complained, tugging on the bottom of Rayanne's skirt.
"I know, but not now. I've got to do this first." Raeanne explained as Donavan continued to pout. "You want to eat don't you kid?"
"Yes Mommy."
"Go sit down backstage, okay? I'll be back here in a few and the girls will watch you." Raeanne assured him as she took her opening pose for her striptease.
If Angela or Ricky knew that she was doing this, they'd never speak to her again, but she wasn't only supporting herself anymore. She had responsibilities to take on. I have a son now, Raeanne thought to herself, removing her first article of clothing.
A few minutes of humiliation and degrading herself could be the difference between having a place to stay and living out in the streets.
"So, who was that?" Angela wondered, following Jordan outside of the library building, which they had stayed in for about ten minutes.
"Someone that's really important to me." He responded as Angela couldn't help but feeling like she knew him.
"So, when did you live here?"
Jordan shrugged. "About seven years ago I guess." Angela nodded. She probably did know him, but just couldn't put her finger on it.
"So, do I at least get a name?" She questioned, intrigued by his mysterious demeanor and artsy style.
"You can call me Dan." Jordan decided, giving the name that only his finance called him by.
"Angela." They shook hands as he continued walking away. "Umm … where are you staying?"
"Some hotel, why?"
"My friends and I are having a dinner party." Angela began, letting her newfound instincts to help those in need take over. "If you want to, you can come and meet some new people." She scribbled down Ricky's address hoping that she hadn't just invited some serial killer to the party.
"Maybe." Jordan responded as they parted. In utter amazement, he suddenly realized who that girl was … Angela Chase. The very girl they had named the band after. The first girl he had … fallen in love with. Jordan shook his head to snap out of his high school fantasy. She hadn't changed much … looking down at the address in his hand, Jordan knew that he wouldn't be able to make it.
The band was probably doing a magazine shoot or some stupid radio shit. It didn't really matter anyway. He'd be gone in a couple of days and marrying his supermodel finance, Isabella.
(A/N: I updated today just because I had a special request from one of my reviewers. I hope you like this and keep reading. A special thanks to:
Selma, Jill, and clairedanesfanatic for reviewing!! –NL)
